Lei-gha-Lei-gha -then did he cry "Lei-gha-Lei-gha"-most eagerly; Thus did he cry, and thus did pray, And what he meant was, "Keep away, And leave me to myself!

Alas! and when he felt their hands-
You've often heard of magic Wands,

That with a motion overthrow

A palace of the proudest shew,

Or melt it into air.

So all his dreams, that inward light With which his soul had shone so bright,

All vanish'd;-'twas a heartfelt cross

To him, a heavy, bitter loss,

As he had ever known.

But hark! a gratulating voice
With which the very hills rejoice:
"Tis from the crowd, who tremblingly

Had watch'd the event, and now can see
That he is safe at last.

And then, when he was brought to land, Full sure they were a happy band,

Which gathering round did on the banks Of that great Water give God thanks, And welcom'd the poor Child.

And in the general joy of heart

The blind Boy's little Dog took part;
He leapt about, and oft did kiss

His master's hands in sign of bliss,

With sound like lamentation.

But most of all, his Mother dear,

She who had fainted with her fear,
Rejoiced when waking she espies
The Child; when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind Boy.

She led him home, and wept amain, When he was in the house again : Tears flow'd in torrents from her eyes, She could not blame him, or chastise: She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved
The perilous Deep, the Boy was saved;
And, though his fancies had been wild,
Yet he was pleased, and reconciled

To live in peace on shore.

THE GREEN LINNET.

The May is come again :-how sweet

To sit upon my

Orchard-seat!

And Birds and Flowers once more to greet,

My last year's Friends together:

My thoughts they all by turns employ;

A whispering Leaf is now my joy,

And then a Bird will be the toy

That doth my fancy tether.

One have I mark'd, the happiest Guest

In all this covert of the blest:

Hail to Thee, far above the rest

In joy of voice and pinion, Thou, Linnet! in thy green array,

Presiding Spirit here to-day,

Dost lead the revels of the May,

And this is thy dominion.

While Birds, and Butterflies, and Flowers Make all one Band of Paramours,

Thou, ranging up and down the bowers,

Art sole in thy employment;

A Life, a Presence like the Air,

Scattering thy gladness without care,

Too bless'd with any one to pair,

Thyself thy own enjoyment.